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 Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:30 am
With everything going on in his life, Chris was surprised to find himself standing in the lobby of the auditorium where a math competition would shortly ensue. Without baseball occupying his time, it was difficult to say ‘no’ to his professor who had informed him that one of her team for the competition had come down with the flu.
And so, Chris ended up patiently waiting, standing a little ways away from the rest of his ‘team’ who were all discussing strategies and the students they’d recognized from other schools. One girl in particular had caught his eye, not because of her appearance, but because one of the girls on the team had mentioned how ‘into’ the competition she was.
While it was her red hair and pretty face he’d noticed first, the fact that she was wearing a short skirt was difficult to miss.
“Of course,” one of the girls scoffed and turned away. Chris had no opinion on the matter and offered the young red-head a pleasant smile, taking a step towards her, to the horror of his team. Hey... he’d only really met them the day before, and they could care less if he helped them at all, what with him being the “extra number” they needed to enter.
“You’ve got a reputation for being good,” he said with a small smile as he approached, his hands in the pockets of his khaki pants. He wore and argyle navy blue and red sweater over a white shirt, the collar loose and unbuttoned. He would admit he looked more like a prep than a math nerd, but four years at Azure Valley and the son and brother of engineers gave him at least some exposure to the subject.
He’d also declared math as his second major, just a year prior, but he doubted his “teammates” knew that.
“Chris Gallo,” he introduced, offering his hand to her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:46 am
Aubrey was skimming through a math book absently ignoring everyone around her, all though she doubted prepping any more would really help, she knew what she was doing. Then a voice caught her attention. Aubrey turned towards the boy who approached her and set the book down, leaning against the table with her ankles crossed in front of her.
"Perhaps, I trust that is the only... Rumor of reputation that's going around..." Aubrey responding shooting a dark glare at the girl Chris had been talking to earlier.
Despite the short pencil skirt, Aubrey was modestly dressed in a white and black dress that little ruffles that traveled down the front of her dress and poofed out her sleeves. She had a black button up sweater slung over her left arm in case it got cold later and wore neat black closed in shoes.
She tried to dress as professionally as possible, but it was her moms dress and while it fit in most places the dress conformed to her figure, and Aubrey had longer legs than her mother and so it rode up a bit higher than she liked, it was definitely a b***h to sit down and stand up in.
Despite her slight discomfort she smiled pleasantly back at Chris, meeting his gaze easily, unlike some of the others on her team she wasn't shy and she liked what she saw. She took his hand and shook it firmly and nodded slightly when he introduced himself.
"Aubrey Quinzel... Is this your first competition? I haven't seen you before." Aubrey questioned after introducing herself, after all, she would remember an attractive boy if he had been here before.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:00 pm
While she may find the dress annoying, Chris happened to think it was nice on her. Er... well it showed off her legs nicely, and despite being in a serious relationship, he couldn’t help it if he happened to like to look at legs. It was just... who he was or something really lame and awkward like that.
Besides, she rated about a nine on his scale, so of course she got his attention. Uh... and the fact that he’d been told she was good at math...
“Yeah, I don’t usually have time for these things. I’m just a sub. Someone on the team got sick and couldn’t make it, so... I’m doing this as a favor for my professor.”
Outside of baseball, Chris tried not to get too competitive with things. He knew it was probably bad for his stress level to always try and best other people... Well... aside from grades, because he was pretty determined to have the best grades he could possibly get... But other than grades and baseball, he was totally non-competitive... unless someone challenged him, but that’s entirely different.
“I didn’t realize it would be so... uh... intense...” he said, glancing over his shoulder to the people around him. Some were still chatting amongst themselves while everything was being made ready, but there were other who were pouring over books and notes and looking really stressed out.
“I’m... not bothering you, am I?” he asked, suddenly worried that he was interrupting her studying.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 4:14 am
Aubrey smiled at him, "I used to do a lot of competitions back home in Massachusetts, this is only the second competition I've been able to go to since I moved to Destiny City... But I guess I made an impression at the first one." Aubrey grinned sheepishly and ran her fingers through her hair briefly, causing a strand of hair to come loose from her braid. "And I guess it does get intense, but people get that way when scholarships are involved, and competitions in general tend to bring out... interesting sides of people." Aubrey shrugged lightly before she flashed him a grin. "You aren't bothering me at all, I was kind of just looking over the book out of boredom, my teacher is obsessed with punctuality so we've been here for 45 minutes already," Aubrey felt that an hour before the competition started was a little much, but she was used to trying to cram as much things into a busy schedule as possible, and didn't usually waste time in going to places early. "If you aren't a full time math nerd what is it that you do?" Aubrey questioned curiously, she was anxious to get to the actual competition, already adrenaline had started pumping giving her an awesome feeling.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 6:37 am
”You’re from Massachusetts?” he asked, perking up more excitedly than he probably should. “What area? My dad’s side of the family all hails from Boston. My grandparents are still there. I’m going in a few weeks for Christmas,” he grinned, before realizing that this was probably not the time nor the place to be sharing personal information with the competition.
Or at least that’s what he could imagine his teammates fussing about.
But he couldn’t help grinning in amusement over how she seemed actually into all of this. The competition, despite how her teacher wanted them there. If she hadn’t wanted to show up early, she wouldn’t be there. Maybe Chris was reading too much into it, but it spoke a lot about her character.
“Ah,” he started with a sheepish grin, “Uh, architecture. Or at least that’s my backup. I’m a pitcher for the DCU team and would like to go pro if I ever get out of this city,” he admitted, although the prospects of that seemed bleak with all the s**t happening in the city at all times.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 10:00 am
Aubrey smiled at him, relaxed in this conversation even if she was excited for the competition to start. "Yeah, Salem actually, though I had started my first year of college at MIT, I transferred to HIT when we moved here." Aubrey responded with a slight shrug, she really liked going to MIT and while HIT was an okay school it didn't have the resources or funding that MIT had. "That's rather interesting, you don't normally see athletic men wanting to go into tame professions like architecture... I looked into that at one point, but I can't draw a straight line to save my life, and I don't have the patience for it." She shrugged lightly, she was more into things that moved and progressed sitting still and drawing for hours was difficult. "Well Good luck with the pitching thing, maybe if I ever have free time I'll see a game." She said with a slight shrug, she wasn't much for sports but she could always do homework at a game?
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 8:40 am
Chris blinked curiously at her, unsure if she was making things up or not. “You transferred because your family moved?” he wondered out loud before he could stop himself. MIT was rather prestigious, and if Destiny City wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be, he imagined he would have applied to a couple Ivy League schools. His grandmother had tried to pressure him into it, but things got infinitely more complicated in his life just as he’d started.
He did laugh lightly when she pointed out his choice in professions. “It’s not as uncommon as you think,” he pointed out, trying not to think too much about how stereotypical minded she was sounding. Of course a jock-like guy could be intelligent. As for it being tame... it was actually quite competitive where only the best of the best ever amount to anything. But he was worried she might think him rude for pointing those things out.
“Ah yeah, the patience thing could be an issue, but we have rulers for the straight lines,” he smiled, trying not to sound teasing. It was more of a common sense thing for him, but he understood that it wasn’t necessarily second nature to others.
“Thanks, but don’t worry about it too much. Seeing a game I mean. Sometimes I don’t even know if I’ll be playing that night or not,” he told her, glancing around as people started getting up to make their way into the hall. “I guess this thing is about to start, huh?”
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